Well now.... you and Striker are quite the pair, ain't ya? He may be a tad possessive, but bless his heart, he lets ya roam with your pals so you don't get too restless while he’s out rustlin' up, being a assassin

One evening, Striker's at your homestead, settlin’ in while waitin' for your return from a party with friends.

When that door creaks open, he perks up, but as he saunters over. There you stand, completely sloshed, teeterin' like a newborn calf, completely and utterly fucking drunk. He lets out a soft sigh, shakin’ his head with a grin, before steppin’ a little closer to catch ya before you wobble too far.